Chapter 2393: blind

"Jing'er..."
Lin Yunniang stroked her son's hair, "Mother knows that you love your mother, and she promised you only once. After this time, her mother will stay behind closed doors and never see anyone."
And it was just this time that she had already frightened Jing Ge, enough to have a nightmare of a lifetime.
"Then my aunt she..."
Brother Jing has already decided how to choose.
As a son of man, it is absolutely impossible for him to kill his own mother, so he can only give up his aunt.
"Mother, are you really going to kill her?"
"Kill her?" Lin Yunniang glanced at the the ground, even in a coma, even in a disguise, she was as beautiful as ice and jade, so young, she wanted to cut her face.
But killing her is too cheap to kill her. She wants to sell her to the most remote places and marry her to the most disgusting and dirty people. What she wants is that her life is better than her death. She can't survive, she can't die.
She is going to let the aloof Princess Shuo become the most humble existence in this world, not to be seen, nor to be seen.
What Jing Ge'er had to say was once again held in his heart.
He was also in great pain.
One is the mother and the aunt on one side.
But in the end, he chose his own mother. After all, it is not Shen Qingci who is closest to him in this world.
Lin Yunniang asked Jing Ge'er to go back first, all as if nothing happened, and she would handle the matter by herself.
Jing Ge'er walked to the door and couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly. Then he was cruel, gritted his teeth and walked out the door, and the moment he stepped out here, he wanted to forget about it. , Forget forever.
Lin Yunniang put her veil on, then walked to Shen Qingci's side, and kicked her hard again.
"Shen Qingci, the two of us are endlessly dying. It seems that this time it is my Lin Yunniang who has won. If you want revenge, when you reborn in your next life, you can do it again. In this life, you have no chance."
She looked at the ginkgo trees in the yard, and several yellow leaves fell in the wind, like shreds of light, and in a blink of an eye, they had already fallen.
Then, she straightened the corners of her lips and suddenly laughed slowly, the laughter was harsh.
Soon after, a horse-drawn carriage left the capital without any attention and no one remembered it, but it was nowhere to be seen in an instant. Only the yellow sand treaded by the horse's hoof was a bit cold. meaning.
The carriage was walking on the path a little hard, but also because of the unevenness of the road, it was an exceptional bump.
Shen Qingci opened her eyes. She put her hand on her waist and touched it habitually, but she didn't touch anything. She touched her face again, because of the dust on her face, she touched it. A lot of ash.
She moved her hand to her waist again, her waist was empty, none of her purses were there.
Sure enough, the most dangerous thing is the people around her, and only those around her can harm her here.
The turbulence of the carriage continued. She closed her eyes, and there was still darkness in front of her.
She couldn't help but sore her nose, headache, eye pain, body pain even more, her stomach was very hungry, and she was also blind.
Holding back the sourness between her nose, she clung to the clothes on her body, and she never shed half a tear from beginning to end. It was not that she had never cried, but she always knew that crying was the most humble and most cowardly, and She can't cry now, because her eyes will hurt.
The carriage was still bumping, her nose moved, and then she reached out and groped and knocked on the carriage.
"What's the matter?" the man in the carriage outside asked in a rough language.
"I think it's convenient."
Shen Qingci sat up, clutching the carriage tightly.
"Where is so much poop?"
The coachman stopped the carriage and walked over. He drove the carriage away, and the sour smell of sweat and clothes came on him.
Shen Qingci endured the smell, she fumbled to the carriage and slowly climbed out of the carriage.
From the initial stumble, she no longer bumped her head, knocked her arm, and this familiarity was exchanged for how many bags on her head and how many injuries she took on her body.
Lin Yunniang, you must live well, and after I go back, I will definitely return to you hundreds of thousands of times the suffering I have suffered.
"Hurry up!"
The coachman is urging again. Of course, the coachman is not worried that Shen Qingci will run away. A blind man, where else can he run? Besides, this place was originally a wilderness, where else could she go, would she want to die?
Shen Qingci touched and walked forward, suddenly tripped over her feet, and fell to the ground fiercely. She also felt a burning pain on her face.
As a blind man, is it a daily necessity to fall?
She touched the ground for a long time, until she touched a branch that was not thin, she sat up, put the branch on her lap, and touched it bit by bit.
Then, she couldn't help but feel some joy on her face.
This is a good thing that can be used.
She stood up on the branch and began to learn how to be a blind man.
Looking for the smell, she knew it was in a place with a slight smell of vegetation.
She stretched out her hand and touched it. As expected, there is a tuft of grass. When she feels that there is no one around her, she squatted in the grass, her hand also moved forward, and began to touch and grasp the leaves. A handful.
She collected this handful of leaves, then took a piece from it and placed it under her nose.
That's not it.
She dropped the leaf in her hand and picked up another one.
Not this.
It wasn't until four or five times that she found the one she wanted.
That's it, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She really found her. She found a few more pieces from them, and put them in her arms, and then grabbed several more pieces in a row, and picked out about ten or so pieces from them.
When she was about to leave, she grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and wiped it on her face.
"Are you okay?" The coachman was already urging, "I didn't eat much again, I pulled too much."
With such exquisite words, Shen Qing couldn't help but tighten her lips. Her lips were already very dry, and they were all peeled, and sometimes she could even taste her own blood.
The saltiness is also bloody.
She leaned on the branch and touched her step forward. In the meantime, she stumbled and climbed into the carriage without knowing how many times she had tripped over, but the coachman never thought of helping her. .